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Pairing: Chase/Logan (Slash, M/M)
"Hey, Quinn," said Chase as he opened the door to her dorm room. He saw Logan sitting on the bed staring dejectedly at the wall on the far end of the room. "What's with him?"
"Oh, nothing," Quinn replied. "I just tested out a new serum of mine on him. Its effects take a bit of time to wear off. It's just the latest in a series of experiments I've created testing my different hypotheses on sexual orientation. You see, there's a specific part of our brain that when exposed to-"
"Yeah, yeah. Later, Quinn," Chase interrupted. He walked over to Logan and began to wave his hand in front of his face.
"Logan? Can you hear me?"
There was no response.
"Hey, bro. I know you're somewhere in th-"
"I'm right here, big boy," Logan shouted, grabbing Chase's hand and pulling down onto his lap.
"Logan? Logan wha-what the hell are you doing?"
Logan looked into Chase's eyes, then threw him onto Quinn's bed.
"Hey, be careful with that!" she shouted. With a sigh of resignation she turned toward the two boys. "Fine. I see I'll have to take my studies elsewhere." She packed the contents of her experiment into a fancy-looking suitcase of some sort and proceeded to stomp out of the room, the loud banging sounds audible all through the hall.
"You hear that?" Logan asked, stripping down to his underwear. "That's what it's gonna sound like when you and I-"
"Logan! Enough with the sex talk! And why are you taking off your clothes?"
"Because," Logan whispered seductively, crawling on the bed towards Chase, "clothes and I don't mix." By now he and Chase were face-to-face, Logan's body on top of his, slowly grinding his crotch against Chase's, looking deeply into his lover's oak-brown eyes.
'Damn, he smells good. What kind of cologne is that?' Chase thought to himself. Snapping out of it, he forced his arms upward, pushing Logan off of him and back onto the bed.
"No, Logan. I refuse to let you do this." He backed towards the door nervously.
"Not for long you won't, Chase. I'll make sure of it."
"No! N-no, no you won't!"
Chase ran out of the room, his hair disheveled, his clothes wrinkled. He knew people would either think
he just woke up or he hastily threw on his clothes to avoid being caught in the act, the latter of the two scenarios being the likeliest. Logan still lay on Quinn's bed in nothing but his underwear, sucking his fingers and stroking himself, imagining the things he would do to Chase given the chance.
"Damn," he moaned to himself, "what has that boy done to me?"
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